The road appeared to be nervously slithering stretch of non-chalant Black,
Why not paint its surface with sparkling paint of majestic black, perpetuate its haplessly chapped periphery with the goodness of nourishing tar curry and handsome soot.
The chair inexorably creaked at the tiniest of weight straddling it; limping in gruesome disdain as if it would collapse any moment,
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